A pretty unsubstantial weekend as the course of events go.
After my couch surfer left on Saturday morning, I'd be hard pressed to find anything significant that happened in my life. I slept nearly all day Saturday (I woke up at 8 am to say goodbye and couldn't bring myself out of the early morning stupor until about 3 pm).
It was then I realized I'd wasted a beautiful day. Gorgeous, in fact.
Today, I didn't do anything but buy water and some food for lunch/dinner. Linner, if you will. Or maybe dunch. It wasn't brunch, which is currently my most favoritest meal. But it was a happy compromise.
I was sort of depressed about not receiving a single phone call about the happenings of Saturday night. I was debating about whether I'd developed an odor problem or my personality simply wasn't what I thought it was...
Then, at about 3 pm, I received a text that was sent at 7 pm last night. Which led me to the conclusion that my phone is dead. Apparently, mishandling Chinese phones isn't acceptable. I think I've dropped it one too many times, because it wouldn't let me make a call explaining why I hadn't responded. Or send a text. I wound up calling Mario on skype to explain my anti-social-ness.
The relief of my lack of an offensive personality or smell led me to go for a walk. During the walk, the constant rain of the day (yes, it's becoming a theme) turned into the sun peaking through actual clouds (not the pollution saturated atmosphere that I've become used to). Which perked me up even more.
Planning classes, watching a BBC documentary, and generally lazing about followed. Leading me to this moment. Whereby I type my random ramblings to an audience that hopefully exists...
